"What? Is fifty thousand jin of Desolate Energy difficult to obtain?"
Seeing Song Ming frown, with that troubled expression appearing on his face, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but slightly furrow his brows.
The value of a Concentration Pill is definitely so high that it's priceless.
Being able to refine one for the Tianhe Sect for the price of fifty thousand jin of Desolate Energy was already quite reasonable.
It wasn't possible to lower the price any further.
If Song Ming indeed couldn't produce it, then he could only regretfully cancel this deal.
"This..."
Song Ming frowned and then continued, "Master Mo, could you reduce it a bit? Fifty thousand jin of Desolate Energy is indeed difficult for an old man like me to gather in a short time..."
Mo Wangchen shook his head. This was already his limit. "I'm sorry, unless you can provide fifty thousand jin of Desolate Energy, otherwise..."
